Absolutely F***ing livid.
Just spent best part of an hour and a half on the phone in a queue listening to Roy Hodgson wishing me a F***ing Merry Christmas, started getting extremely impatient so ran upstairs to the upstairs phone, put it on speaker, went and stood on the toilet where I can get signal on my mobile, phoned the ticket office to find out they'd F***ing closed early because of the F***ing snow.
So I've been sat in a queue for an hour and a half when there's not even anyone that's going to answer the god damn phone and I've probably spent an absolute fortune.
WHY THE HELL DIDN'T THEY CUT ME OFF?!!!!!?!!?!?
I'm extremely angry if you can't tell and I can't even speak to anyone at the club because they've all buggered off because of the snow.
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